Heart of the war. [Smii7y x Reader]

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WARNING FOR FUTURE STORY PARTS TO COME. from here on out, Huge gore, PTSD, kidnapping, possible drugging warning. Nothing sexual/ non consenual will happen, i dont plan on writing that in a story like this.

"SMII7Y, SMII7Y CAN YOU FUCKING HEAR ME!" Y/N called, panicking into her earpiece.

She heard a sniff from the other side. Her eyes lit up, widening before looking at everyone in her team.

Y/N shifted uncomfortably upon hearing a pained cry from the other side.

"I ' LL FUCKING KILL ALL OF YOU!"

She sharply inhaled, listening to the person on the other side.

"STOP THROWING ROCKS AT ME YOU BABY BACK BI- COME HERE." The person yelled angrily.

She smiled, covering her mouth with her glove. Her soft smile turned into giggled, tears threatened to fall as she laughed in relief.

Puffer hoisted up grizzy by the arm, cheering alongside him and matt. Y/N quickly tackled them to the ground in a bear hug, providing they have one hell of a bear (grizzy).

"HES ALIVE!" Matt chanted, making them all chant in unison.

"Guys what the fuck are you laughing about?!" Smii7y called back through the intercom.

"HES ALIIIVEEE!"

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"Right soldier, your up, sort em!"

The bright orange coat the man wore rustled as he inspected his weapon.

Attentive. His eyes scanned the Pellington he has been given in gulag. The coundown timer had ended. Rocks were being thrown from above. The orange man quickly checked his supplies.

• Munitions
• Stun grenade

Jaren rushed to the left side of the busses, he was given the not so lucky side. Gulag was always a menace, he just never thought this is how he would greet it.

He slid on the floor, creating a loud "shlick" sound. Rummaging through his supplies, Jaren grabbed the stun and threw it on himself.

He heard footsteps behind him, right as he stunned himself. He smiled, hearing his target slowly and quietly approach his body laying on the ground.

"Id say to never let youre enemy hear you.."

He spoke, firmly. Jaren turned around, pointing the barrel of the pellington into the Opponents mouth. He swiftly traded placed after he had dropped his enemy to the ground using the barrel as a hook.

"..but i think thats not how i want to play." He whispered into his opponents ear.

"Sweet dreams, mother fucker." He chuckled, forcing the barrel down the throat of his gulag enemy and pulling the trigger.

The bottom of the opponents body unhinged, leaving his guts about to pour out his body. He tried to grab onto Smii7y, but he was too weak.

"What, you want some more?" He darkly chuckled again, looking straight into the eyes of the enemy.

"Remember me."

He snapped the persons neck, taking out his Munitions and placing it on his body. He stood a ways away, shooting it with his pellington to create an explosion.

"Be on the lookout, Guys, ya bois comin back."